Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 935:

Linda was momentarily at a loss for words, her dislike for Hadley’s calm confidence now palpable. Ever since Nyla had taken Hadley into the Flynn family, Linda had felt she was constantly competing with her for Nyla’s affection and the Flynn brothers’ approval. But she couldn’t pinpoint when things had started to shift.

Hadley, who had once consistently lost to her, was now somehow always one step ahead. Linda couldn’t accept this sudden reversal.

Inside the Flynn Mansion, given Eric’s precarious health, everyone had little appetite and finished their meals swiftly. Nyla retreated to her room to rest, and not long afterward, Ernest exited the mansion.

From her upstairs window, Linda watched as Ernest climbed into a car alongside Quentin. Where could he be headed?

Pursuing him wasn’t feasible. What would her next move be?

Then it struck her. She remembered that day when they went to seek Hadley out—Ernest and Hadley had been discussing something about a sanatorium.

At the sanatorium, Laney gently helped Elissa into her coat, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and settled a hat over her hair.

Elissa chuckled softly. “It’s just a short walk. Do I really need all this?”

“You absolutely do,” the caregiver replied, her tone firm yet kind. Laney was much older than Elissa and spoke with quiet authority. “The wind’s fierce today—better safe than sorry.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll take your word for it, Laney.”

“Let’s head out.” With a warm smile, Laney looped her arm through Elissa’s, and together they stepped into the brisk winter air.noveldrama

The sanatorium had taken on a festive charm for the holidays, organizing cheerful activities to bring comfort to those who couldn’t spend the season at home.

It helped the days feel less lonely, though no one was pressured to join—the quiet corners remained untouched for those who preferred them. Elissa hadn’t planned on joining, but with Laney’s gentle insistence, she found herself in the activity room.

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Laney guided her to a cozy seat and helped her settle in. “Miss Holland, stay here a moment. I’ll grab us some snacks. There’ll be performances soon—let’s enjoy the cheer together.”

“Alright, sounds nice,” Elissa said with a smile, slipping off her coat and draping it over the chair beside her to save a seat for Laney. But just as she turned her head, she noticed someone reaching for her coat.

“Excuse me?” Elissa’s eyes widened as she turned toward the sound of movement. “This seat is reserved for my caregiver,” she said firmly, her tone calm but resolute. “I’m visually impaired—she sits beside me to assist. Could you kindly find another seat?”

But the person ignored her words and sat down anyway.

Elissa’s brows knit together, her lips pressing into a thin line of frustration.

Whoever this was, they clearly lacked basic courtesy.

The stranger casually picked up her coat and placed it on the next chair before glancing in her direction.

He could sense her tension—her posture stiff, her silence brimming with quiet irritation.

Then he smiled. “I’ll save the seat next to me for your caregiver. I hope that’s alright?”

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